The Gift of Life

Why do I live simply to pass? Why do I rejoice To one day fall silent? Maybe I'm immortal But the individual is not. I swallow my life to pass it on I join humanity's bulb to carry on the tradition of vitality, of love So our world, however small thunders with our cries yet our cheers our rage yet our ecstasy our death yet our rebirth.

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